Hot emotions filled Magnar Titus's heart, driving the blood to rush through his veins.
He was left with only one thought.
Revenge at any cost, revenge must be taken no matter what!
No revelation of the truth suddenly ignited in his mind, no flash of clear consciousness from the spiritual platform could dispel the bloody fury.
Even in the bloodiest and fiercest battles, fighters will still protect themselves, even those warriors called berserkers - they will still be driven by instinct and use the excellent muscle memory of a fighter to protect themselves.
But that day, facing his enemy, Magnar Titus gave up all attempts to survive.
The will for revenge surged in his mind, washing away all rational thinking.
And this is what Adnus expected.
The two sword blades met again, and the friction of the sharp edges brought out a stream of sparks, which splashed onto the bodies of the two warriors.
The fallen mantis warrior also has adrenaline coursing through his veins, fueled by his armor in response to his thirst for battle.
Their clashing swords brought a storm of thunder to the austere and dark hall. Lightning crawled across the cracked marble walls, illuminated the stained glass panes, and bathed the stern faces of the statues celebrating the dark gods. Under the colder electric light.
These weird stone sculptures stared forward, but they were only slightly calmer than the two groups of warriors who looked up at the duel.
Adnus's swordsmanship perfectly integrates all his movements. Almost all duelists will block and parry to ensure their survival when they have sufficient skill level. If they lack this skill, or simply Relying on brute strength to win, duelists would turn to longer two-handed swords, trying to use its weight and power to break through their opponents' defenses.
Adnus is neither of these.
He never simply blocked attacks, but combined every defensive move with an offensive one.
In a sense, his defense against Magnar Titus' attack was actually a side effect of his own offensive actions.
And Magna Titus was always attacking, attacking, attacking again, blocking every attack while attacking.
Although Adnus didn't seem to be taking the initiative, every step he took contained murderous intent.
The Ranger Warrior Chapter Leader's fatigue is increasing as time goes by. He clenches his teeth, the airflow of breathing struggles to pass through the gaps between the teeth, and his movements become more and more conservative.
The sparks flying when the power sword force field collided illuminated his face, and his solemn face showed an expression of exertion.
Whether it is a one-on-one duel or a battle between two armies, in countless battles there will be a moment when the balance of power between the two sides is ruthlessly overturned, a moment when the battle line is breached, a moment when the battleship shield fails or the engine stops, the fighter begins Making careless mistakes or showing signs of fatigue—
Magnar Titus also encountered this moment.
He took a step back, just one step, but it was his first step back in this battle.
Adnus's face illuminated by the lightning showed a cruel look, and a mocking and confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, so——
"Well--"
Blood Forest seized the opportunity and thrust his sword forward, and Magnar Titus let out a muffled groan.
The opponent's long sword penetrated his body, and the sword grid had touched his damaged breastplate, and then his whole body curled up in pain.
"You failed again, sadly."
Adnus sneered and pulled out the sword suddenly, destroying at least one of the three lung lobes in the process.
The blood hissed and evaporated from the blade.
The fallen Mantis Warrior raised his blade, intending to harvest the head of an Imperial Chapter Master, which would have been a valuable trophy.
Boom boom boom————!
A sudden roar interrupted his beheading, and when he turned around, he only saw his warriors exploding from their armor one after another.
His eyes widened.
He saw it.
There are eleven in total in the darkness, eleven nightmares cast from plastic steel and ceramic plates.
Lightning claws fired lightning in their hands, curved armor plates bulged on their shoulders, lightning-like lines traveled on the blue armor, and they moved like a thundercloud made of metal.
At first, Adnus just stared at them, his eyes locked on the flashing eyes on their metal faces, the soulless eyes seeming to tell some kind of mockery.
Then he felt his mouth moving silently, speaking a word he had heard and seen before, but never really understood.
Terminator——
Once the most elite force of the Eighth Legion, the Black Armored Guards!
The sudden appearance of the black armored guards caught the Mantis warriors off guard, and a dozen warriors were directly covered and killed by the havoc missiles.
But when they began to charge, the nightmare really came.
In an instant, the battle line formed by the Mantis Warriors and the Red Pirates was as fragmented as if it had been run over by a tank. Their explosive shells weakly hit the Terminator's armor, and then they were ruthlessly knocked down and crushed.
The black-armored guards were equipped with lightning claws on their left and right hands, and they were like meat grinders when they tore through the line.
Within seconds, they told these "juniors" where the former Black Armored Guards' reputation came from.
"Long live! King of the Night!"
Amidst the dull battle cry, the force of the claws wrapped in the decomposition field directly penetrated the power armor and the flesh inside, quickly dyeing the ground with bright red carpets.
The black-armored guards rushed out of the darkness at full speed, and the long claws on their gauntlets had already begun to move.
The mantis warrior closest to the black armored guard only had time to turn around, and the crackling claws hit the side of his helmet.
The ceramic steel and skull were shattered under the contact of the flashing energy stance, and the constituent structures were also scattered under the destructive effect of the lightning claws.
The second Red Corsair dodged the initial blow and raised his bolter to fire a long stream of fire into the chest of his attacker, even as the opponent collided directly with him.
Under the violent impact, the red pirate's breastplate twisted and deformed under the weight of the Terminator armor, and the black armored guard's second step fell on the traitor's arm, crushing his elbow on the edge of the hardened cement. The forelimbs were cut off in a messy manner.
The black-armored guards maintained their usual cruelty, crushing the remaining parts of the red pirate's arms until they were ground into sharp shavings of ceramite and rotten flesh, eliciting a series of prolonged howls of pain.
Then he knelt down on one knee and pierced the traitor's lenses with the sharp thorns of his two claws.
When the sharp claws pierced the back of the red pirate's head and drove into the steps, sparks scattered like embers in the breeze.
